Two daughters of Mr. A. Morgan were engaged in picking blackberries a few miles north of Center Point, the other day, when they were attacked by two tramps. The girls didn’t proceed to scream and faint, and make a big fuss for nothing-they weren’t that kind of girls. They simply “went in on their muscle,” and in less time than it takes to tell it there were two of the sickest looking tramps in that vicinity that the sun ever shown upon. They were perfectly willing to retreat after the second round, and the girls were kind enough to let them do so. They would probably prefer to attack the business end of half a dozen bulls than again molest the pair of country lasses. Cedar Rapids Times.